The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 152

Thalassa’s heart was racing as the quickly glanced back, just in time to see the black Rolls Royce disappearing into the distance

The kids were not loud, so Lysander probably didn’t hear them calling her “mom‘

Thalassa breathed a sigh of relief, turning to face her four little darlings running towards her.

Over the last five years, nothing had brought her more joy than the sight of these innocent little devils racing towards her every time she came home, their eyes filled with love and dependence on her.

A happy smile tugged at the comers of Thalassa’s mouth as she squatted down and spread her arms wide, ready to catch her beloved

kiddos.

Elowen was the fastest. This chubby little angel landed straight into her arms, planted a couple of kisses on Thalassa’s face, and then said in her soft voice, “Mom, you’re back. Grandma’s been so worried about you”

Next to enter her embrace was Sophia, slightly slimmer than Elowen but still a kid, with a bit of baby fat. She snuggled up to Thalassa, rubbed her little face against hers, and said, “Mom, you’re finally back. We were scared out of our wits.”

Atticus and Dorian trotted over, only to find their mom’s lap already occupied, so they slowed down and managed to squeeze in, eventually finding their spot in her arms,

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softly, “Why were you worried

did something illegal. We were so scared.” Dorian pouted, his

finally understood what he

thumb and said, “The cop got it all wrong, but it’s sorted now. So, I’m back. Don’t worry, I’m

hands of two of her kids, and

a dump, but now they lived in a

mansion because he was embarrassed

woman he slept with five years ago was her cousin, Celia. He built the

have been Isabella who told Lysander that he had been

Lysander made a special visit to Hollowbrook to pay respects at Celia’s

been with Celia five years ago and

kids finally reached the

mix of shock and relief, “Thalassa, I heard the cops took you away for theft. We may not be rich, but you can’t resort to stealing.

might